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Author: Meredith Broome

Meredith Broome is a Master Somatic Coach, cartoonist and writer. She lives in Oakland, CA, with her husband and daughter. She draws cartoons to poke fun at things that take themselves too seriously and writes a blog because she takes her work too seriously. She is currently working on a novel about a vigilante superheroine trying to break a sex trafficking ring in Oakland, CA.
September 22, 2016March 24, 2017

So, Which Is It?

Posted by Meredith Broome in Uncategorized

This is a great piece of writing from a blogger I’ve never met, but I’m posting it here because I so appreciate this piece of writing. –MB I’m scared to post this. I’m afraid of alienating people I love, people I interact with on a daily basis, people whose friendships I value. I wouldn’t say…Read more »

July 22, 2016September 14, 2016

You Are Already Forgiven

Posted by Meredith Broome in coaching, compassion, death, dying, forgiveness, parents, somatic, Uncategorized

I knew when my father started to die, because I felt the morphine run through my own body, 3,000 miles away. Waves of nausea and that narcotic kind of calm came and went, covering over a rising panic one moment, and laying it bare the next. At the time, I was shopping at Target and…Read more »

June 28, 2016September 17, 2016

To Orlando

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When I was 15 years old, walking to a bookstore in Boston, I was followed by 3 white guys in a pick up truck. They called me a dyke and a cunt. They spit at me and threw their almost-empty beer cans at me, splashing me with beer. One of the guys stood up in…Read more »

May 11, 2016May 18, 2017

The Best Tool to Fight Oppression is to Feel Our Bodies

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“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.” –James Baldwin–

March 15, 2016June 7, 2016

Sisyphus, My Father and Me

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Sisyphus, My Father and Me The truth is, I’ve barely been getting through the day. For over a year now, in between clients or errands or chores, I curl up in my bed, or on the couch as if I’m convalescing from a long illness. But I am not sick, nor have I been. I…Read more »

February 23, 2016

In Gratitude For My Teachers

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Being a teacher in the field of Somatics is one of the most vulnerable things I can imagine doing. Our students deeply learn from who we are, from what we embody, and not as much from what we tell them. This is why I have always skirted around the edges of teaching, not really wanting…Read more »

January 28, 2016January 28, 2016

The Opposite of Mean Is Human: Part I

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“On Wednesdays, we wear Pink.” –Mean Girls I am sitting at the dinner table at my best friend, Annemarie’s, house. Annemarie and I are in the third grade and have been best friends since kindergarten. Tonight we are eating spaghetti and meatballs with her mom, dad and two little sisters, and I remember a joke…Read more »

September 11, 2015September 11, 2015

Confessions of a Meditation Truant

Posted by Meredith Broome in coaching, somatic

I have been playing hooky from meditation, checking in for credit and then blowing off the learning. I have been doing the mindful equivalent of sneaking into the movies and smoking behind the 7-11 until it’s time to go home.

April 11, 2015April 15, 2016

For My Sisters, On Sibling Day

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Two days before I turn five, my mom is driving us home from school and my sister, Anya, is squeezing my hand in the back seat of the station wagon. “She’s not going to have these cute little hands anymore, when she turns five,” my sister laments to my mom. My mom laughs, looks at…Read more »

May 31, 2014June 2, 2014

Becoming human

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“…I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should…Read more »

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